I reached out, expanding my gravitational field, stretching my pull toward the distant singularity. My event horizon trembled, extending beyond its usual reach. The moment my presence touched the distant black hole, the space between us rippled, bending under the combined weight of our gravity.

And then—

I drew it in.

. . . . .

. . . . .

What I expected was

Resistance.

Struggle.

Conflict.

But—

It never came.

There was nothing at all.

No resistance.

No struggle.

No conflict.

A black hole of that size should have fought back, should have exerted a gravitational pull equal to or greater than my own. It should have pulled me toward it just as much as I pulled it toward me.

But that did not happen.

It did not fight back.

Rather, the moment I exerted my force, the black hole did not push back, did not resist.

It just simply moved toward me.

Not as a rival.

Not as a force defying me.

But later as if surrendering.

I could feel it being dragged in, its vast event horizon stretching, collapsing, unraveling as it succumbed to my pull effortlessly.

And in an instant—

It was gone.

Absorbed. Assimilated.

Like it was nothing.

It had not been a battle.

No conflict of dominance.

Just a conclusion.

A black hole—one of the strongest gravitational forces in existence—had just been devoured like a mere fragment of dust.

I did not shatter from the impact. I did not feel a violent clash of forces.

No shockwave followed. No disruption. Just silence.

I had expected something more. A shift. A sign that something had changed.

But instead, there was only the quiet certainty of what had just happened.

I couldn't understand it. How could something with an even greater gravitational pull than the star I had consumed before simply fold into me without resistance? No opposite force, no struggle—just assimilation.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. To ponder over things I had no answer for.

Because what I gained from it was not just mass or gravity.

Nor was it energy.

It was something much more.

Something vast. Something far more useful.

Something I needed to act upon.